Uninvited Guests

So last year, for the first time, our garden failed, for many reasons. Our beds were old; the compost/soil/fertilizer we used seemed to consist entirely of weed seeds; we were too busy dealing with Tristan's illness and the acquisition of Moxie; a whole laundry list of complications.

And the biggest complication of all seemed to be that the neighborhood rabbits found our yard and decided to use it as their favorite lunch venue. I saw them a few times, hopping around and nibbling at the veggies, unafraid of just about anything. But eventually the plants petered out, and they vanished, and I more or less forgot about them.

Until last week, that is, when I drove home from work to find a particular brown fuzzy visitor sitting impatiently in front of one of our beds, staring at it like the people I always find lined up outside Golden Corral on a Sunday afternoon. I honked my horn, he didn't budge. I walked up to them, he glanced up at me with a hopeful and curious expression, as if to say, "Excuse me, waitress, does the buffet line start here?"

So. Problem not solved. I don't suppose anyone here has any humane suggestions for getting wild rabbits out of one's garden?